I've come to thank you for your kind encouragement. I was down and broken when you thought of me and I shall never forget it....And fret not for I would 'feel your absence'It is a lovely poem and I thank you for sharing it with me.A lovely week to you my dear.Sincerely,Simone

A petition? Angst verse of a questioning and equally longing heart. I feel the subtle chill and desolation softly spoken like petals drifting across a wintry landscape of desire. Yes I agree with the previous comment. This can be read top to bottom and vice versa and still sound just as poetic. A great observation.

Dulce – That’s why I love to hear from you… you see things I don’t see. Up down or down up… I never would’ve thought. And no more holidays, for the time being; I’m staying right here. And, thank you for your sweet support with that whole other “disgusting” business. What would I do without you, Sweetest? :-)

Steph – What a wonderful thing to say. That’s very heartwarming.

Martin – As always, you do understand just what it is I mean to say. Thank you.

Simone – You can always count on me when you’re down and broken. And I know I can count on you to always be so kind. :-)

'think of me'. If there's an aspect of human nature that we will always hold on to, is the act of being remembered. Have you ever come across an ex- with whom you had a good relationship, and looked in (in my case) her eyes? You still want to see that spark of acknowledgement there. The 'I rocked your life' look, the 'you turned my life upside down' attitude. No matter if you're both with other partners now, you want that other person to 'think of you' if only in a platonic, fleeting, superficial way.

I think the finest trait a writer can brag, is the leftbehind yearning which oozes out of the words. And while reading this piece, I was awed to wish for eternity of words well on their way of extinction. In a nutshell, *thumbs up* =)

Cuban - I hear where you're coming from. I think that one of the deepest human needs is for us to have someone to worry about us if we should not come at home when expected... you know what I mean. I think it's elemental to human nature to feel needed and loved, and like you said, even if it's only superficially.

Rick - Well, welcome back. And it's about time you showed yourself again. I was like, "What the hell? Where did he go?" And I'm not sure this feeling is about pride, either. I think it's just more about need. So happy to see you back, Rick!

Fareed - Thank you much.

Mme. DeFarge - It is such an aching suspicion to have, isn't it? To wonder if we are being missed? I do agree.

It reminds me that love is comprised of two very different things. Two things that aren't often dissected, separated, or understood. Two things that don't have to be present in equal measures.

The first is desire/appreciation for a person for who they are, regardless of whether they give you the time of day or even acknowledge that you exist. The seoond is the witchery, affirmation, and dark adrenalin you get when another person loves you. This poem is rich in the second.

This poem made me catch my breath. It also made me think of lots of other poems or pieces of art that express this wish, to be remembered. Like that song 'Remember Me' from the film 'Troy'. The film was terrible but the song was gorgeous.

I was ready to say the same words with Steven.I'm adding something more. It felt to me like i was crying out my need to be loved and not to be forgotten.love you Nevine, you 're just a great poet!and i'm proud to be your on-line friend!

I heard the Phantom of the Opera song when I read this, Nevine. Think of Me.

There is immense vulnerability in admitting the need. A beautiful soreness in such fragility. I can't decide whether it's strength or weakness that makes us reach. What other legacy do we really have in life but to touch others, and be remembered? We are all supplicants in the darkest hours.

That photo, coupled with your spectacular poem from two posts ago, made me think of The Purple Rose of Cairo. :)

hahah!! the if is most part of the time as an excuse to do nothing or complain about life ...:if i had done that in the past .... if she liked me .... if i had more money .... if i lived in another place ....

is a cowards word ... no , let me correct this . is a word that opens us to many possibilitys , but is used by cowards as excuse for the personal falure .... but you saved this word to me !!

Sarah - The Phantom... ahhhhh... I remember going to watch this in London in the late 80's... when I was a teenager... and being just mesmerized. I remember... And the Purple Rose of Cairo? What a movie! I'm happy you enjoyed both of those pieces of poetry, Sarah. And I do think it's a mixture of both strength and weakness that makes us the vulnerable people we are... :-)

Eva - I'm just honored by this, Eva. And I don't know how to thank you. That's too sweet for words, and very much appreciated. Thank you, is all I can say.

Caio - You're so honest, but that's what makes you Caio. Stay who you are, and I'm so happy to have saved "if" for you! ;-)

Scribblers - It's my pleasure to comment on any good writing. I wish you the best with the Clarity of Night contest!

Kristi - Welcome! And thank you for the lovely comment. I'll be looking forward to your visits, and I'll be stopping in to visit you soon.